Day 4 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.
The pink clouds of sakura shroud the walkway, down by the river
Many partake in hanami lazing away the day, down by the river.
The light rail tracks over the pink canopy, as the zephyr shakes
and sways in unison hundred trees in an array, down by the river.
A young couple hogs the prime spot, taking endless number of selfies
to capture the fleeting, and cajole time to stay, down by the river.
Women with radiant faces covered in head scarfs, admire the memory
of interns of wrong ancestry, who were whisked away down by the river.
The wispy petals, flutter, almost ready to scatter in a shower of pink, as
dewdrops must have clinged on leaves, early in the day, down by the river.
Entranced in those shapely eyes, enticed by those smooth cheeks,
Awash in fading rays, the blooms are ready to slay, down by the river.
If by chance or by fate, someone could be made for someone, then
witness the blossoms perform this forever ballet, down by the river.
The regularity of the rising and the setting sun contributes to the ‘Mirage’
The blooms as now, will always in the wind sway, down by the river.
Sakura – cherry blossoms
Hanami – literally flower viewing, picknicking under the cherry trees, Japanese tradition of welcoming the spring
Today’s prompt was writing about the abstract but with use of concrete nouns and adjectives:
Our craft resource today focuses on the use of concrete nouns and specific details, using the idea of “putting a dog in it.” Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns. Adjectives are fine too! For example, you could have a poem about sadness that describes that emotion as “a rowboat tethered with fishing line to a willow that leans over a pond. Rainwater collects in the bottom, and mosquito eggs.” Concrete details like those can draw the reader in and let them imagine the real world where your abstract ideal or feeling happens.
This is another ghazal – so four for fourm now. Maybe, I will continue with the form for the rest of the month? Also, this is my third or fourth poem, inspired by the 100 cherry trees lined up on the north side of Portland’s waterfront. How can you not be inspired? Hopefully, the prompt, if not literally, still comes through in these couplets and the subject of the ghazal.